The Great Gatsby

(Tuis.) #1

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necessary to whisper about in this world.
The first supper—there would be another one after mid-
night—was now being served, and Jordan invited me to join
her own party who were spread around a table on the other
side of the garden. There were three married couples and
Jordan’s escort, a persistent undergraduate given to violent
innuendo and obviously under the impression that sooner
or later Jordan was going to yield him up her person to a
greater or lesser degree. Instead of rambling this party had
preserved a dignified homogeneity, and assumed to itself the
function of representing the staid nobility of the country-
side—East Egg condescending to West Egg, and carefully
on guard against its spectroscopic gayety.
‘Let’s get out,’ whispered Jordan, after a somehow waste-
ful and inappropriate half hour. ‘This is much too polite for
me.’
We got up, and she explained that we were going to find
the host—I had never met him, she said, and it was making
me uneasy. The undergraduate nodded in a cynical, melan-
choly way.
The bar, where we glanced first, was crowded but Gatsby
was not there. She couldn’t find him from the top of the
steps, and he wasn’t on the veranda. On a chance we tried
an important-looking door, and walked into a high Goth-
ic library, panelled with carved English oak, and probably
transported complete from some ruin overseas.
A stout, middle-aged man with enormous owl-eyed spec-
tacles was sitting somewhat drunk on the edge of a great
table, staring with unsteady concentration at the shelves of

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